Chapter 3

Chapter 3

A girl in sportswear was jogging ahead of me at night. Her scent and silhouette were strangely familiar, but how could I have a familiar feeling towards a human?

I was about to catch up and ask her when my phone buzzed with a notification: "A burly man, reeking of alcohol and shirtless, is following the jogging girl. Be mindful of your actions."

The girl sensed someone behind her and picked up her pace to escape.

I returned to the dormitory and fell asleep immediately. Not having to take night shifts was such a relief.

Early the next morning, a group of people burst into my room. Startled by the noise, I jumped up instinctively, baring my teeth, only to realize it was Ian and the other teammates. The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"Hehehe, Bryan, your teeth are really white. You must brush them diligently."

"Yeah! Healthy teeth mean a good appetite, and everything tastes great."

"You're a role model for us, hahaha!"

I retracted my teeth and sighed. "What's going on?"

"You're famous! Do you know that, Bryan? You're super famous!" One of my teammates, eyes gleaming, handed me a phone.

It showed me running on the field yesterday, looking determined and swift.

"Running dynamo, always with the dork! Love you, Bryan!"

"Scored forty points! The men's football team has hope!"

There was also a video of me singing at a karaoke bar.

"Talented and handsome! Let me, I can do it!"

"Please make this a ringtone!"

There were even photos of me jogging shirtless from the previous night.

"Bryan, he's really making me cry, those abs, that back, those biceps!"

"Do all sports fans eat this well?"

I swallowed hard and asked, "What does 'dork' mean?"

"Bro, you have a fan club now! They call themselves 'Goofed Out,' and they refer to themselves as dorks."

Overnight, my social media account gained millions of followers. From that day on, no matter where I went, there were always followers trailing behind me.

This really annoyed me. Being followed was a big no-no for my clan.

On the way to the training ground, groups of girls handed me pink envelopes and various small roses. Some even gave me a big bundle of fragrant lamb skewers.

That day was the happiest since I took human form. I finally had all the lamb I could eat!

The manager found me later. "Bryan, an investor is interested in you. They want you to shoot a commercial."

"What kind of commercial?" I asked, chewing on the skewers. "For lamb skewers?" I continued chewing.

"A clothing brand, Eight Wolves."

I nodded and kept chewing.

The manager turned to leave but then doubled back, wiping my mouth gently. "You should watch your image, you're all greasy and messy."

I got goosebumps.

At the live shooting site, I wore a suit. The live stream comments went wild again.

"Ah, being handsome is quite a feeling!"

"I can't imagine what a beautiful body is hidden under that sharp suit!"

"I'm a dork, and I'm proud!"

I felt a bit restrained. The glaring flashlights reminded me of the sparks from hunting rifles. Many of my clan had died under guns.

During a break, I passed by a nearby studio and heard a girl's clear voice.

"I refuse to wear this! This is real animal fur, and I don't accept it!"

I peeked through a gap and saw a wolf fur coat, my heart pounding.

"Just wear it... Don't act so high and mighty. You're not that big of a star!" The staff's harsh words grated on my ears.

I felt my breath heating up, barely holding back a growl.

"I don't want this endorsement, and I won't wear it." The girl was firm. From my angle, I could only see her slender back.

The staff member raised his hand to push her. Without thinking, I leaped forward and pulled the girl behind me.

I bared my teeth, breathing heavily. "I suggest you stay away from her."

The man shrank back, a coward who bullied the weak.

"Get her a different outfit, didn't you hear?" I continued.

"But..."

"No buts!" I advanced on him.

"Don't animal lives matter? Do you know how many poachers kill animals for money? Do you know what it feels like to be skinned alive? Do you know what it's like to watch your loved ones die in front of you, powerless to help?"

The man, terrified, nodded quickly.

I didn't want to stay any longer and turned to leave.

But I didn't hear the girl behind me whispering.

"Bryan, do you remember me?"